Evaluation Requires Re-Assessment

Pretty, no?

A brave few have requested the open wound picture and they're getting it. They are also getting the stitches photo. When I took the gauze off tonight and saw the stitches for the first time I got a little woozy and had to turn away from the mirror. The damage is significantly worse than I expected, though I remain certain that it will heal out into something nearly unnoticable. They're about a quarter of an inch wide and they run into my hairline at least a quarter of an inch (no more widow's peak) and fully halfway down my forehead. It's the sort of thing I do actually tend to fuzz my eyes for at the movies so I didn't want to subject anyone to it unknowingly.

So, I'm re-assessing my thoughts about recovery and about what happened yesterday. They kept asking me if I was OK and putting my feet up and telling me to just stay where I was if I was dizzy and I was very cold but thought it was stupid to be in shock for something so small. Well, no, not so small. I was in shock, there's no doubt about it and it is weird that I wasn't dizzy or freaked out but that's mostly because ignorance is bliss. Since I was a little kid I've been pretty good at mind over matter in emergency situations. I think I'll probably sleep propped up on the couch another night and I will buy gauze and a third ice pack tomorrow and I'm not going to feel bad about staying home this week and I might have to add a day. I think I'll probably be so bored I'd rather go in but I may not stay a full day.

Also, this thing is going to be hard to look at for quite some time. I'm not sure how I'm going to do the Christmas party I was invited to in 2 weeks. Perhaps I'll pretend it's Halloween and do some sort of gypsy-inspired head scarf. (Can you just hear the whispers of "cancer" as I walk around the place?) Those hats I was talking about earlier seemed like an indulgence but now I'm thinking they're just good common sense.

In other news, I beg your indulgence as I ask for some more good thoughts from you all, not for me but for Kath. Last week her darling Bobby zigged when he should have zagged and broke her nose with his hard head. Tomorrow she's going to have to have it re-broken by a professional so it will heal properly. This sounds like some sort of torture to me so I'll be alleviating my boredom tomorrow by thinking really good thoughts for her. Join me, please?